Deliver us from 1Ls

The girl reading The Essential Holmes makes the ghastly admission that she doesn't know who John Stewart Mills is. If tables could gasp, this table certainly did. The boy with the iProduct festooned in iStickers (a dead ringer for pretty much any late nineties record store clerk) queries WHAAAAT!" The girl with the five different colors of highlighter and an iPod mutters something in a theatrical voice to which the first girl responds "well not ALL of us studied economics, you know." This is some people's version of jocularity apparently as every one chuckles (far too cool for laughter)

"He's father of utilitarianism!" proclaims the really iProduct boy who is now shuffling cards with another bald boy with square black rimmed glasses. "Oh well then I guess I should know that" the girl says with what appears to be a permanently affixed self-satisfied grin (botox? superglue? It is definitely on there for good). After some conversation about what appears to be civil procedure (although given the acoustics of the room and their pittance of a grasp on the subject, it could have been anything), the perma-grin girl just said "It just makes me sad for humanity" - grin-girl, I feel you on that one.

Anyways, I try not to overwhelm you with talk of school, but I am sitting here in the law school "cafe area" and am unfortunately near to a squad of 1L's (ewwww). I can't help but wonder if 1Ls have always been this suitable-for-the-washing-out-of-ladies-private-areas or if I'm just getting even grumpier in my old age! I mean, I know, I know, law students... but they are particularly smug, self-satisfied and otherwise caricatures of what I hope I never was, shall never become, and never EVER shall be mistaken for.

They're little law-school hipsters, which must be fairly confusing because you kind of have to sell out a little to be in law school in the first place or be so unironically idealistic that hipsters would snort in derision at you, Also nobody actually is as sincerely *into* being law students as 1L's are. Yeah they complain prolifically about how awful it is, but I feel like 2Ls and definitely 3Ls don't really think about it too much any more. You have to recognize the impact the experience have had on you (and I offer the self-description "law-student" to innocent third parties as often as not apologetically in the spirit of fair warning), yes, but I feel sometimes like 1Ls are still trying to act out some scene of The Paper Chase (or Legally Blonde? but with less pink) of how "law students" act. There's just this overwhelming ejaculation of FACADE going on over here. I may drown and it shall not be pleasant. It's kind of like when somebody who doesn't date much finally lands a significant other and manages to work this little fact into every sentence: "Oh are you going ot the movies? MY GIRLFRIEND loves the movies. WE go to the movies ALL THE TIME (ever since we met two days ago). Except now I don't eat popcorn because MY GIRLFRIEND doesn't like it so WE eat red vines. I would totally go with you, but I'm meeting MY GIRLFRIEND."

Anyways, yesterday was Easter. There was a decided dearth of easter bonnets at church. I am sorely dissapointed. Also, little girls don't wear the foofy dresses that i once loved. They seem like miniature recreations of a Seventeen Magazing photo spread, which dissapoints me a bit. I utterly cringe at the tendency of those in my and previous generations to rail on "kids these days" and make judgments because we think somehow that they are not enjoying the same mixture of challenges (which made us hardcore and them pathetic) and advantages (which make us cool and them pampered) that we did. It makes me feel like I must be eighty and screaming at kids to get off my lawn while muttering about walking uphill in the snow both ways or whatever. Still, it's sad not to see the foofy dress.  Easter was time for me to look like a bed ruffle, with matching hat and gloves.

It was then, of course, time for me to get this immaculate explosion of tulle and lace utterly soiled by crawling around in the backyard looking for eggs and ultimately ending up in the lake. If you're not sullying frippery for Easter, what kind of child are you?

Anyways, I also disappointed myself by finding nothing particularly festive or adorable to wear myself. I turned to what is rapidly evolving into the Adella uniform which involves a blue-green long sweater shirt and my black pants with blue pinstripes. In honor of Easter, I did wear bright blue tights, but this was as crazy as I went. Alas. Forgive me fashion world for my aesthetic edentia.

if only this came in my size!

Fashion aridity aside, it was a pleasant break from the above-mentioned last quarter grind. Yes, I spent the rest of the weekend chiseling away at my mammoth med-prod-liability paper (or writing the paper, while chiseling at my brain?), but did take a break for brunch with my Dad and his standing date for most holidays. Food was eaten. Stomachs expanded. And photos were even broken out, which was kind of fun.According to George and Linda I have always had "such great posture," which surprises me because I have always thought of myself as a devoted sloucher.Learn something new about yourself every day.

I'm not sure it's not broken my pace a bit to have had a little bit of a break. I feel pretty mentally unready to begin another week, but fortunately I don't really have much of a choice about it, so I guess I shall anyways.

Happy Monday!